Where do you go when you've somewhere to runBut the time isn't right and there's things to be doneAnd you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go backSo you keep going on - compromising the land

And you see the green fields as you travel on byAnd you look at the things you'd forgotten to tryAnd you wish you were young and you wish you were oldFor the songs always sung and the stories been told

And you thought you were different but what did it meanFor you tricked yourself trying - life's still unseenAs it is, as it was, as it always will beWill you find out at all what it is to be free

See it never was easy to live with a headSo I kept to the back room and I live there insteadWhat comes from the front-room is only for "Friends"I have a bay window but that's where it ends

And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clearAnd there's no longer logic so therefore no fearAnd I've always said, with uncontrollable lightSometimes when I've written a song - it's alright...